AN: Non-explicit scene incoming
Ahri III
We walked in silence towards the room he was staying at. From what I could gather, he has been staying at this tavern for a couple of months already, coming and going as he pleases to, in his own words, "do mysterious figure archetype things".
I stared at his massive back as he hunched down to fit in the door. Plans to escape were already running through my head, interspersed by my instincts practically yelling at me to get away from the dangerous predator. He turned around, crimson eyes met mine and I knew any chance I had of escape just disappeared. I took a hesitant step into the room and shut the door behind me.
We spent the next few moments simply staring at each other, and I idly wondered if the legendary figure in front of me felt as awkward as I did.
"I've been waiting for you." He finally spoke, the rumbling of his voice slightly rattling the floor. He gestured to the bed.
"Sit. It won't hold my weight but you should get comfortable."
I pursed my lips and walked up to the bed, eyes narrowed and trained at him in case he decided to do something. With a careless shrug, I dropped my cloak, allowing my tails to be visible for the first time in a while. Those ruby eyes glanced briefly at each of them for a brief moment before returning to my face. I sat.
"You were waiting for me? Is this about that evil thing one of the children said I'd fight?"
Prophecy was a tricky thing. I've heard of time magic before, of mages capable of seeing the past and the future. But never have I actually encountered one, let alone be the subject of their visions. He peered down at me, the intensity of his scrutiny triggering my instinct to flee once more. I clamped it down but prepared to harness my magic. Should things escalate, an orb of pure energy flung into his face should be distracting enough for me to slip away.
"Another day, a different dream, perhaps?" He replied, the words making me frown in confusion. He shook his head and stepped closer, until he was peering down at me and I was looking up at him.
"No, no, I merely wanted to take the opportunity to feed the ducky." What?
Without warning, he grabbed my hand. My natural instincts came to the forefront, and I drained him of his life's essence. Thoughts and memories flashed into my head, each one making less sense than the last. And when we reached the point where the majority of my prey would have died, I kept absorbing more and more. His soul kept growing brighter when it should have been dying, powered by the magic of the sun itself. It was a though I spent my entire life starving and only now discovered food.
And the more I absorbed, the more I learned of him. Of a world beyond Runeterra, where eldritch knowledge is obtained using magic artifacts. Of the person he was before getting stuck in a dark prison on another world entirely, in a body that was unfamiliar compared to anything he ever experienced. Of the realization that the prophecies from his old world, the Rune Wars, the Mage Uprising in Demacia, the Noxian Invasion of Ionia.
The Ruined King.
It was intimacy at its closest, and a word that I gleaned from his memories of the 'other world' came to the forefront. Soulmate. I didn't know the exact definition of the word, nor do I know the context in which it would be used but that was what this felt like. That we were connected to the very cores of our existence.
Before I knew it, I found myself standing up, my lips caressing his snout. I could see the surprise in his face as I sidled up to him, my hips tilted against his, my breasts pressed against his scale covered chest. I was sending an undeniable message.
Without a word, he pushed me down on the bed, the frame nearly shattering at his weight. We ignored it as my tongue fluttered over his dagger like teeth, his hands pinning my arms to the bed, and it was like time itself unraveled, carrying us back to his dreams of settling down in his old world, working as a librarian like his new 'brother' on this world is, perhaps having a family. He pressed down against me, careful not to crush my comparatively tiny form, his body warm despite his reptilian nature.
If there was going to be any awkwardness, it would come afterwards. When we looked down and saw that the bed was utterly destroyed. When we realized that the entire tavern probably heard our activities. But for now, I rolled into his arms and smiled at him.
His reptilian face was capable of showing little emotion, but I could tell that he was smiling, perhaps sincerely for the first time since he came to this world.
"I feel like..."
"What?" I asked. "How do you feel?"
I could tap into his soul again, determine his emotions from his life essence. But I didn't. I wanted to hear from him.
"I feel like I can make this world a home."
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Taliyah III
We were sitting in a circle in the room we rented for the night. Zaifa's cheeks were red in a way that they've never been despite constant exposure to the desert heat. I couldn't blame her. After all, I'm pretty sure my face was at least as red hers. Kadira looked like she usually did, but I noticed that she was a bit more fidgety than usual. Anit and Sami were huddled together, whispering and giggling. Samir just looked confused.
I glanced to the side to see Sivir, a glassy eyed look on her face.
"I know that voice." she mumbled.